Missing Paris and my Daughter Amy.
Today I’m missing Paris, my second home.
I felt the first cool breeze of the coming winter in Melbourne today and it reminded me of my Winter in Paris last year.
I miss… the sharp icy wind hitting me in the face as I walk around the corner on my way to the market or Metro.
I miss… warm afternoons in the apartment listening to French tv with amazing foods, especially real baguettes and Frazier-res from the Patisserie across the road
I miss…being under the Eiffel, small cars and the little carnival nearby
I miss… the art , the artists, Surrealists, Dada….
I miss… collecting street litter with David ,street art, photographing underground spaces, junk collecting and Mont Martre
I miss… big woolly coats, scarves and boots when slipping in the snow and Champs Elysees.
I miss… creating in my little studio in the corner of the lounge/bedroom I call the “Cubicle” in Paris and the view out my window.
I miss…. visiting family and friends and living with passionate French people and locals and the colours, the smells of my neighborhood .
I miss Paris but, I will be back again and again because… most of all ,I miss my beautiful daughter Amy who lives there.